14 But grant to me,' sayes Kyng Estmere, For my love I you praye, That I may see your daughter deere 15 Although itt is seven yeers and more 16 Downe then came that mayden fayre, With ladyes laced in pall, And halfe a hundred of bold knightes, To tend upon them all. 60 27 But in did come the kyng of Spayne, With manye a bold barone, Tone day to marrye Kyng Adlands daughter, Tother daye to carrye her home. 110 28 Shee sent one after Kyng Estmere, In all the spede might bee, That he must either turne againe and fighte, Or goe home and loose his ladye. 29 One whyle then the page he went, Another while he ranne; Till he had oretaken King Estmere, 33 My ladye fayre she greetes you well, 34 Saies, 'Reade me, reade me, deere brother, My reade shall ryse at thee,1 35 'Now hearken to me,' sayes Adler Yonge, 46 Sayd, And your color were white and redd, As it is blacke and browne, I wold saye King Estmere and his brother FAIR ANNIE1 1 'It's narrow, narrow, make your bed, And learn to lie your lane;2 For I'm ga'n oer the sea, Fair Annie, 2 'But wha will bake my bridal bread, Or brew my bridal ale? And wha will welcome my brisk bride, 3 'It's I will bake your bridal bread, And the topmast and the mainmast They shone just like the gold. 11 She's taen her seven sons in her hand, I wot she didna fail; She met Lord Thomas and his bride, 12'You're welcome to your house, Lord Thomas, You're welcome to your land; You're welcome with your fair ladye, That you lead by the hand. 13 'You're welcome to your ha's, ladye, You're welcome to your bowers; You're welcome to your hame, ladye, For a' that's here is yours.' 50 |